" Who says you have to?" said his sister. "I'm not giving you a choice.You have a half day of school that day and I have to think about myexcuse to co...e home early, dress you and curl your hair. I mean seriouslyit's not just about you! You know?" It isn't?" laughed Craig. "Huh?" No," smiled Tara. "You think I want to deal with all that without ushaving much time to make sure everything is perfect? I figured we coulddeal with experimenting with some curls and a few dresses that reallyaren't. By day, you are my companion, my rock. The one I trust and turn to and joke with, the one whose thoughts I know nearly as well as my own. By night, you are my lover, my protector; you and I on our little square island, making sense of the world. These fleeting moments, between day and night, are not our reason for being, as love needs no reason. Rather they serve to ground us, when life becomes overwhelming. Stripped bare, we can shed the chaos that life entangles us in, and simply be. I arch. My cock quickly engorged. Claire pulled her top off exposing her firm small breasts and hardened nipples. I took off my shirt and we were naked. We pressed together kissing forcefully, my penis pressed between us leaking precum. Claire pulled us down onto her bed. I had visions of a young Claire fingering her wet labia, having orgasm after orgasm. Claire moved to her back and I went down on her licking up her pussy juice. Claire moaned as my tongue found her swollen clit and tickled it with my. ”I laughed.“That’s OK,” I replied. “I’ve been called far worse.”Ray smiled.“You’ve got a great kid,” He said, shifting gears.“Wait a sec,” I replied. “About that ‘hot momma’ comment?”Ray shifted uncomfortably in the seat in which he sat, in front of my desk. I liked Ray. He was handsome, tall and kind and, he knew how to relate to my son.“Are there any more descriptive phrases you’d like to lay on me?” I asked.“You are a very attractive woman,” Ray replied.“I am forty,” I disclosed.“No way,”.